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BIG DICK McCRAKIN
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| THE REB. SENIOR ADVISOR. | REBEL WANTS BREAKFAST. |
 The Reb is my Senior Advisor in all things relating to food. He approves all my Caloric intake. He is on the scene at every meal to play food taster. All meats receive immediate attention. Very seldom do vegetables attract him. He does however have a taste for some salad dressings, unless they contain vinegar. He is especially helpful when I'm typing. He loves to walk across the keyboard, or catch my fingers. His spelling isn't to good though. Tends to repeat one letter over and over, while he stands on the key. Rebel also has the distinction of being the Black Cat in the title of our little company, Black Cat Prod. He takes a very active roll in the day to day operation of things. Lying on top of the Monitor, dangling one paw down in front of the screen, as if to say, "You know that won't work." Max is Rebel's partner in crime and all things good to eat. Max thinks I belong to him. He sits in the window while I work, licking one paw and occasionally looking up at me knowingly, as if to say, "What did you do now?" Since I usually have no idea what I did, this is a pretty good question. Max also rides herd on the rest of the cats, including the dog, a Boston terrier. Rebel has a very bad habit. He gets my wife up at three A.M. for his morning feeding. It wouldn't be so bad if the other ten cats didn't insist on joining him for breakfast. Poor Sarah. She's opening cans and shuffeling feed bowls while getting advice on how to conduct the operation from half a dozen volunteers. Where is Rebel during all this commotion? You guessed it. He's right there by the canopener with one fang hanging over the edge of the can as it goes round on the canopener. Yoda and Pebels, A tortis shell, and calici are Fickled and Finicky. Pebels is ficiled and Yoda is finicky. Together, they make up the "Touch-me-not sisters" They only care to be touched when they invite the contact. Yoda will sit on the bathroom sink and yeow for someone to turn on the water. She drinks from the faucet. No water bowl for her. Pebels runs around like a chicken with its head cut off at meal time and usually ends up getting sick because she was in such a hurry to eat her breakfast. Our newest adition to the family is Blossom. She is a Tabby_calico. She is a real little lady. She eats very daintily, and is not above reaching out with one paw and fishing something off your plate if you don't watch her. She will get on the table at meal time. If you aren't watching she will help herself to the main course. She's a great little Lizzard catcher. We are waiting with baited breath for the day when she brings her first little Snake in. (Blossom Disappeared on or about Aug 12. We have hunted for her and called all the neighbors but no one has seen her since that date. I'm afraid a wild animal caught her. We have several predators in the area so ot wouldn't be unusual.) Spook was a gift from our number four daughter. They are moving into a new house and daughter's husband didn't want a cat in the house so she ended up at our house with the rest of our little orphans. She's midnight black accpet for her claws which are white. Tiger and Twiggy were a gift from our number three daughter. They were moving and couldn't take them.(So they said) Tiger is a tabby male with white markings. Twiggy is white and gray. She has a missing foot. Her right hind foot was missing when we got her. She was about five months old and every time she made a jump, she would hit the stub on what ever she jumped to. As a result, a sharp piece of bone would come through the skin. We had her spayed and the leg fixed. The Vet rounded off the broken bone and made a pad with the remaining flesh. She is now a huge cat. She runs, climbs trees and does everything a normal cat does. K.C. is a dark calico female. She was a gift from number one daughter. She had to many pets and couldn't keep her. She is very fat and lies around most of the time. She loves to be brushed. It's about like brushing a butter ball turkey. Midnight, a black female, is the old lady of the clan. She's 18 now. Her eye sight is failing. She is having trouble jumping up on things. She's old, spoiled, and posessive. When she gets in trouble she usually gets down and jumps on someone else. Fancy is a long haired Tabby. She came to us disabled. She has several lead shot in her. Her right hind leg was badly broken and she has some nerve damage. She limps badly on the leg which healed crooked. She has a very bad disposition and has proved she can only get along with Fancy. |
REBEL WANTS BREAKFAST CHAPTER 1 “Wake up. Wake up. Its time.” Rebel coaxed as he rooted at Mother’s hand. “You have to feed us. Hurry.” “All right. All right.” Sarah mumbled as she threw back the covers and reached for her robe. “Three A.M. Heck of a time to be getting up,” She grumbled as she felt her way to the kitchen. Not being much of a morning person, she wasn’t amused by the little black cats antics. He was a real charmer, rubbing about her legs as she tried to open the can of cat food. “Hurry, I’m starving,” his plaintive meows seemed to say as she worked at the stubborn can with a fuzzy head, and bleary eyes. “What’s the big rush,” she complained as the can finally gave up its contents. She carefully divided the containers contents between Rebel and his nine companions, who had all turned out to see what all the excitement was about. She couldn’t understand why they were so hungry. They had free access to dry cat food twenty-fours hours a day. “Yum Yum,” It sounded like he was saying as he devoured the contents of the saucer. “Now that you’ve got me awake, I guess you’ll curl up some place and go to sleep.” Sarah laughed as Rebel rubbed on her hand, trying to coax a little extra food from her. “You’ve had enough,” She added, pushing him away. “Pebbles. No.” Sarah pleaded as Pebbles promptly got sick all over the counter. “You ate to fast. Why can’t you be like Rebel.” Who was standing by to make sure there were no leftovers going unclaimed. “Gypsy base. Puddle Jumper on top. North bound.” Came blaring over the CB radio. “Daddy’s on his way.” Sarah said, as she answered the call with a half dozen cats gathered around the speaker, listening. “Never gets dull around here,” she added, as she put the mike down. “Now, to get his breakfast started. I could use a little less help,” she grumbled as she wrestled with pots and pans, and cats. Rebel, Pebbles, Max, and K.C. were determined to help her fix the oatmeal. About all Mel could have for brekfast, |
| PART THREE | REBEL- PART TWO |
| and runs until 11:00 P.M. Rebel lets me sleep until 3:00 A.M. before he gets me up to feed him and his friends breakfast. My cats get fed about two tablespoons full of wet food in the mornings, plus they have dry food available from a feeder. You would think the feeder would be enough, but not to hear Rebel tell it. He has to get me up every morning. Never mind the fact that I have just gotten to bed. Most of my sleeping is done between 5:00 and 11:30 while Rebel is tearing up the house, with a little help from the other nine. Some retirement. Huh. END |
“Get down!” Sarah complained. “Do you have to be in the middle of everything? What am I thinking! Of course you do. I couldn’t possibly do this job without your help. Sure would like to try though.” Still not fully awake, she found her way to the dining room table with two steaming bowls of oatmeal just as Mel came in the back door. That’s the way breakfast goes at our house. Its not bad enough that I work from three to eleven, Rebel gets me up at three A.M. for his breakfast. My husband gets fed by default. Since I’m already up, why not enjoy an early breakfast with my husband, then back to bed, and where is Rebel. You guessed it. Right between us, snoring for all he’s worth. Rebel is a black long hair. He came to us one evening while Sarah was at work. One of the supervisors picked him up in a parking lot and brought him to work. Poor soft hearted Sarah couldn’t say no. The little guy, as he is referred to, although he is now eight years old, lost most of his teeth, to bad eating habits. He now weighs in at eleven pounds, and thinks he owns the place. Our little piece of America, consisting of twelve wooded acres, and three cleared, sets in northern Van Buren county, Arkansas. It’s home to ten cats, and a dog. The cats run in age from sixteen, Midnight, a black female, to the girls, Pebbles, and Yoda, who are about seven. There were originally four of the babies, as we called them, but the two males have passed on. One got ran over on the state highway, which is about three tenths of a mile down a dirt road from our place, and the other died of a stroke. Right in the middle of this menagerie, my youngest daughter dropped a Boston Terrier, named Peggy Sue. Peggy thinks she’s a cat. She eats cat food, uses the litter box, and sleeps a lot, just like a cat. To support this menagerie, My husband runs a paper route. His route starts at 1:00 A.M. and he gets finished between 4 and 5:00 A.M. I work as a mold operator for a local plastics company. My day starts at 3 |
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